Up’s eyebrows jumped up to his hairline. “What?”
“Don’t be stupid, just do it, Up!” she said, in a voice all
her own.
A question in his eyes, Up leaned down and tentatively
caught her lips with his.
Well, that wasn’t going to fool anyone.
Taz reached up and threaded her hands through his hair,
deepening the kiss, pulling him closer. Her senses seemed
to be wide awake and she noticed a million new things
about him at once – like how soft his hair felt between her
fingers, how his moustache tickled, how he smelled freshly
washed and tasted like mint and chocolate from dessert –
but then he was kissing her back and she forgot everything
but his arms wrapped around her, his strong hands moving
on her back, his warm mouth on hers. She pressed closer to
him, her body demanding it, and felt him groan just a little
against her lips.
Up moved his hands to either side of her face and then
his kiss was suddenly gentle, intimate. He drew back, ever
so slightly, and when she opened her eyes all she could see
was the blue of his. A flood of feelings assaulted her.
“Taz-”
“Isn’t this precious? What a digital Polaroid moment.”
Reality came cascading back, and it was sharp as glass.
Over Up’s shoulder, Taz could see several figures in black
raising zappers in their direction. From the look on his face,
Up was seeing the same thing behind her.
They were surrounded.
His brain still reeling from Taz’s kiss – and holy hell,
what a kiss – Up didn’t move as he took in their situation,
his hands still cupping her face, hers wrapped around his
neck. There were at least a dozen, if Taz was seeing the
same thing he was, each aiming a zapper directly at them.